The Love Songtext
von People Under the Stairs
The Love Songtext
′Uh uh lets take them out of a B-Boy experience, Hey yo Thes One how you like me now?
Yo I don't know how you like us now?
Eyes stay so cool he freezes coliseums
Man the kid shines so bright you sneeze when you see him
He still hasn′t changed trading records for per diem
Guaranteeing new additions to his wax museum
Man I've seen it, his collection grows its quite incredible
Hunting down them records like the damn things were edible
In this context he's too complex you′re Oedipal
Ya′ll mother fuckers only produce poetical perfection
In hypothetical selections for your general public expecting a soft subject
Man its medical touch not budget but worth it
Impregnates the track, jump back and then birth it
Word is born, now his word plays all day
At that fancy day care over by U.C.L.A
While he sits at home, making beats drinking a Heiny
Puttin' new brakes on drum pads like Meineke
I finally see him one day chillen with his group
He was eating at Ochullo′s sippin' tortilla soup
I said ′Thes, yo I'm feelin′ all them old jazz loops
Can you make me up a track man I got a little loot'
He said 'thanks but don′t thank me thank the fore-fathers
They deserve the credit now theres no body bothers′
I pause 'thats true′ he took a sip of his too
He said 'I′ll dig you up a beat like Super Mario II'
I was like ′word, dude I'll pick up the check'
He′s like ′don't bother, pull up a chair lemme introduce you to my partner′
Ready, Set, Go! this mans a vet-pro
Call him humble, call him psycho his mother calls him Michael
He might go Locooo, you're fakin′ perpetratin'
Trickin′ off and fresh hatin' you can see the best play in the feel
Look he's reeling in, what a combination seen him signing up soldiers
To start his new rap nation, he said ′time is wasted′
And I could see it in his eyes he was fed up with the politics, wack beats and lies
Heard a lady say 'Sock it to me′ and brothers was pumpin' their fists
On some Reverend Al Sharp shit, better now than not to talk shit
He walkin′ in, like them D.U.I games mind frame and revolution
And you know he's got solutions, not worried about pollution
Afraid for his art form, matter o′fact he's kinda shook up
His people want the hook up, his people better look up
Cause its about to go down, like the thrill of the nights over
And never sober when he is he's kinda mean, loves his high-hats clean
Stays on the fly rap scene he′s a fighter and a lover
Reminds me of Danny Glover tellin′ ya'll there ain′t no other
He don't spit hot bars him and his friends hop bars
Personality rock star, slash mactavist after this
I′m gonna sit and think about what I learned
I can still hear his voice and smell the Budda he burned
He said 'earn respect, learn to respect and you′ll succeed'
True indeed man I gave him a pound he said he'd break it down and sell it
How you like him now?
Yo I don't know how you like us now?
Eyes stay so cool he freezes coliseums
Man the kid shines so bright you sneeze when you see him
He still hasn′t changed trading records for per diem
Guaranteeing new additions to his wax museum
Man I've seen it, his collection grows its quite incredible
Hunting down them records like the damn things were edible
In this context he's too complex you′re Oedipal
Ya′ll mother fuckers only produce poetical perfection
In hypothetical selections for your general public expecting a soft subject
Man its medical touch not budget but worth it
Impregnates the track, jump back and then birth it
Word is born, now his word plays all day
At that fancy day care over by U.C.L.A
While he sits at home, making beats drinking a Heiny
Puttin' new brakes on drum pads like Meineke
I finally see him one day chillen with his group
He was eating at Ochullo′s sippin' tortilla soup
I said ′Thes, yo I'm feelin′ all them old jazz loops
Can you make me up a track man I got a little loot'
He said 'thanks but don′t thank me thank the fore-fathers
They deserve the credit now theres no body bothers′
I pause 'thats true′ he took a sip of his too
He said 'I′ll dig you up a beat like Super Mario II'
I was like ′word, dude I'll pick up the check'
He′s like ′don't bother, pull up a chair lemme introduce you to my partner′
Ready, Set, Go! this mans a vet-pro
Call him humble, call him psycho his mother calls him Michael
He might go Locooo, you're fakin′ perpetratin'
Trickin′ off and fresh hatin' you can see the best play in the feel
Look he's reeling in, what a combination seen him signing up soldiers
To start his new rap nation, he said ′time is wasted′
And I could see it in his eyes he was fed up with the politics, wack beats and lies
Heard a lady say 'Sock it to me′ and brothers was pumpin' their fists
On some Reverend Al Sharp shit, better now than not to talk shit
He walkin′ in, like them D.U.I games mind frame and revolution
And you know he's got solutions, not worried about pollution
Afraid for his art form, matter o′fact he's kinda shook up
His people want the hook up, his people better look up
Cause its about to go down, like the thrill of the nights over
And never sober when he is he's kinda mean, loves his high-hats clean
Stays on the fly rap scene he′s a fighter and a lover
Reminds me of Danny Glover tellin′ ya'll there ain′t no other
He don't spit hot bars him and his friends hop bars
Personality rock star, slash mactavist after this
I′m gonna sit and think about what I learned
I can still hear his voice and smell the Budda he burned
He said 'earn respect, learn to respect and you′ll succeed'
True indeed man I gave him a pound he said he'd break it down and sell it
How you like him now?
Writer(s): C. Portugal, M. Turner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
